On the screen, Hugo's figure is gradually fading away.

Same as other paintings.

At the moment when it merged with the wall, Hugo's portrait also turned into a mirror, with darkness beneath the cold and smooth surface.

Was this a success?

Wen Jianyan blinked, feeling a little unsure for a moment. He leaned a little closer and looked into the dark frame.

It was dark in the depths of the picture, and nothing could be seen clearly.

It's not like there's nothing at all

Wen Jianyan seemed to be attracted by something in the picture and leaned forward involuntarily.

It was not pure, nihilistic black, on the contrary, there was some strange fluid flowing in it, and it seemed to be flowing slowly under his gaze. This material seemed to be inexplicably familiar.

""

Wen Jianyan slowly took a step back and cautiously opened the distance between him and the mirror.

He glanced at the other paintings.

Well, not much difference.

Then I guess it was indeed successful.

Wen Jianyan said this, turned around, and prepared to leave this ominous place.

However, as soon as he turned his head, his whole body froze.

Everything seemed to be the same as when he left, but it seemed that earth-shaking changes had taken place.

The darkness seemed to cut back some.

Wen Jianyan could barely see the space around him.

Outside the place where he just stood, the dense beds all around were filled with "shadows". They were crowded together, motionless, standing stiffly and upright, as if they were forcibly stopped in the middle of walking.

The pale faces and empty eyes all symbolize their identities.

ghost.

Hugo was still lying on the ground unconscious, with a pool of blood under him, motionless and lifeless.

And there was a person standing next to Hugo.

Or rather

god?

The man with black hair and golden eyes stood aside, with sly lines like spells winding on his pale and cold skin, extending under the robe made of black mist. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly and stared at the lying body.

A dying human being at his own feet.

Wen Jianyan: ""

A strong burning sensation emerges from beneath the skin.

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of danger.

As if sensing Wen Jianyan's gaze, the other party slowly raised his eyes and looked over.

""Wen Jianyan said that there were thorns in his back.

Gan.
Chapter completed!